A DREAM BECOMING TRUE

I was about five years old when I first rode a motorbike. It was a really hot summer and my father, like every year, took his Harley Davidson for the three days motorbike convention in Mondragone.I was really excited because I only dreamt of that moment and finally It was becoming real. Even if I was happy, some fear took place in me but after hearing the roar of the engine, all of that just went away and the excitement started to control my body. 
I put on my little helmet, my tiny Harley Davidson sweather and I jumped right on the motorbike's back seat. 
My father started driving and all of a sudden I felt the beautiful sensation of the wind freezing my face and messing my hair for the first time in my life, It really blew me away. 
It was then that I decided that when I'll be an adult I'd surely ride a motorbike like my father did and do even nowdays.